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      “Of course,” he said as the mom handed him a Sharpie. He cleared his throat, mostly embarrassed that Molly was watching the entire encounter, but secretly hoping she was slightly impressed. Other women would be, but Molly was turning out to be unlike anyone else he’d ever met.

      Mrs. Marconi, as if suddenly realizing someone else was standing there, held out her phone to Molly. “Would you mind taking a picture of us?”

      “That’s my aunt Molly,” Hunter explained to everyone. “You might’ve seen her when she and Kaleb picked me up at baseball practice on Friday night. We were just having breakfast together.”

      Even to Kaleb’s ears, the kid was laying it on a bit thick with the implications of how well they were acquainted. But he knew how twelve-year-old boys talked when they wanted to impress their friends. Unfortunately, Molly’s face turned scarlet and she tried to hide it behind the phone as she held it up for a picture. She didn’t even count to three or tell them to say cheese before quickly tapping the shutter and telling Hunter, “C’mon, bud. We better get going if we don’t want to be late for that movie.”

      Kaleb didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to her and was left standing with Jake and his mom, who was possibly an even bigger video game fan than her son. If only his assistant could see him now. Take that, Angela. Some people might want his brothers’ autograph on balls and team jerseys, but there were also people in this world who wanted his. Maybe he should call his director of marketing and look into producing more memorabilia.

      Unfortunately, death by ATV would be preferable to all the personal questions Mrs. Marconi was soon launching his way. She wanted to know how long he’d be in town and how well he knew Maxine Cooper’s sister. Kaleb tried to direct the conversation back to Jake and level eight of “Pirate Space Blasters.” After about two minutes—which felt like two hours—he tapped on his watch and said he had an important conference call to get to.

      Still driving his dad’s truck, Kaleb slowly took the road to his sister’s house. He didn’t even notice that he hadn’t activated his Bluetooth or punched in coordinates onto the navigation screen. He was too busy remembering the way Molly had looked at that syrup, wondering how his body would react if she looked at him the same way. So maybe the breakfast had been a bit awkward. But in a good way.

      There definitely could’ve been worse ways to spend his morning.

      * * *

      When they got back from seeing the movie in Boise, Molly followed Hunter into Maxine and Cooper’s house. They’d moved after they found out they were having a baby and would need something bigger than the two-bedroom apartment in town.

      Her sister looked even more pregnant than she had on Friday morning when she and Cooper had left town. Hunter didn’t seem to mind his mother’s increasing belly as she held the boy in a firm hug and told him how much they’d missed him.

      Cooper agreed, and when he wrapped his arms around his stepson, he practically lifted the twelve-year-old off his feet. Molly hung back, shifting from her left foot to her right. The Markham family hadn’t been big in the demonstrative affection department and Molly never seemed to know what to do when she saw parents openly displaying their love for their kids. Sure, she was technically related to them, but she and Maxine weren’t the kind of sisters who got blubbery and emotional whenever they saw each other. As children, they’d been physically close by default. It was difficult not to be when six kids shared two rooms. But all that togetherness only made the Markham siblings anxious to spring out on their own as soon as they hit adulthood.

      Being military brats, it wasn’t like they’d had a childhood home to go back to, so their visits were few and far between and the distance became more and more natural. Not that Molly was complaining. There were plenty of things she wasn’t ready to discuss with her family just yet, anyway.

      “Did you guys have fun?” Maxine asked.

      “So much fun,” Hunter replied. “I got to see Kaleb Chatterson a bunch and we went kayaking and biking and saw a movie and everything. It was a blast.”

      “Kaleb Chatterson, huh?” her sister asked Hunter, but Molly knew the question was really directed at her. Luckily, Hunter launched into a dialogue about some video game something or other and Molly took the opportunity to excuse herself and go to the restroom.

      She’d been careful about monitoring her blood sugar more often while she’d been babysitting her nephew, administering her doses of insulin prior to every meal. At the theater, she’d calculated the amount of carbs in her popcorn, but then mindlessly shoved a handful of M&Ms in her mouth when Hunter had passed her the box during the movie.

      Molly had been mentally kicking herself for the mistake the whole drive here and had even been pushing her rented four-cylinder Toyota to mach speeds to make it back to Sugar Falls just in case she had another episode. She heard the machine beep and let out a sigh of relief at the number. It was a little high, but she was still within the normal range. Knowing that she’d be eating soon, she gave herself another dose.

      When she stepped out of the restroom, the scent of garlic and whatever else her brother-in-law was cooking reached her. The kitchen was huge and opened up to a sprawling living room. Cooper somehow managed to look incredibly manly while he bustled around with mixing bowls and pans as Maxine pulled out one of the counter stools next to hers and waved Molly over.

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